This is a song about "Cade money weed and pussy"

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Rolling weed and smoking it too

He ain't give a fuck about you

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

And delete that weed you are

Hope my city is not too far

I know you're mad, but so what

With some weed and a cup

Weed smoke, booze and violence

When you spill out hits

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need